Promethius

Masked vultures eat into my liver
Deeply hidden from the eyes of the sun among
these plastic times 
This cursed carnival
Come day everyone shell just melt 
The timeless on my hands 
Chained to a chair upon the top of my alley hill
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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